EXT. STREETS OF CULVER CITY – EARLIER

TRENT GREEN sits behind the wheel of a top-end rental car.  His cellphone is sitting inside the cup holder in the console and is connected to the dashboard by a USB cable.  He drives straight down a major thoroughfare, looking curiously at various businesses as he passes them. 

CELLPHONE: [through the car’s speakers] In half a mile, turn left on Washington Boulevard.

TRENT: [startled] What the hell? Who said that?

CELLPHONE: Here’s the results of a search for “who said that”.

TRENT: Kit?

CELLPHONE: I’m sorry, I don’t understand “Kit”.

TRENT: WHO ARE YOU?

CELLPHONE: Playing “Who Are You” by the Who…

The music emerges from the car’s speakers.  TRENT shrugs and smiles, beginning to bob his head to the music.

CELLPHONE: Turn left on Washington Boulevard.

TRENT: All right, I’m gonna trust you.

The music pauses as the phone begins ringing.  TRENT looks down at the phone and presses the button to answer the call.

SECRETARY: I have Christian Proust for Trent Green.

TRENT: I’m Trent Green.

The phone beeps, and TRENT glances at it.

CHRISTIAN: Trent, baby!  Do you know who this is?

TRENT: Yes, it’s Christian Proust.

CHRISTIAN: Yes, but do you know who Christian Proust is?

TRENT: You’re my agent’s assistant.

CHRISTIAN: Close – I’m your agent, Trent.

TRENT: Jim Steiner is my agent.

CHRISTIAN: Jim Steiner was your agent, Trent.  He retired in 2012.  I’ve been your agent for the last five years.

TRENT: No, I…

CHRISTIAN: I know about your condition, Trent.  You don’t have to try to conceal it.

TRENT: [realizing] We’ve had this conversation before, haven’t we?

CHRISTIAN: Every time we talk.

TRENT: Not that it’ll do me much good, but…where am I headed?

CHRISTIAN: You’re headed to KDFO, a radio station.  You’re hosting a show called Request Line.

TRENT: Okey doke.  Anything else I should know?  I can write it down if it’s important.

CHRISTIAN: Nah, you’ll be fine.  I’d tell you to just be up front with the guys about your condition, but…we’ve tried that and you never listen.  I mean, there have been times when I’ve been able to convince you, but you always forget.  So either way you’ll end up winging it like you always do, and trying to make every conversation about football cause that’s what you know best, and everybody will get confused, but it will turn out fine in the end.  So I’ll say the same thing I always do: good luck, buddy!

CELLPHONE: Your destination is on the left.

TRENT pulls the car into the lot of a radio station.  He takes a pink handicapped placard and hangs it from the mirror, then gets out of the car and heads to the front door and goes inside.  A cheerful young receptionist is waiting behind the reception desk.

RECEPTIONIST: Can I help you?

TRENT: I sure hope so. My name’s Trent Green, former professional NFL quarterback.  I’m hoping you can tell me where I’m supposed to go next.

[fin]